Siheyuan: I live next door to Xu Damao, my last name is Cao

Speaking of Liu Guangqi, there is a lot to say!

Not long ago, the earth-shattering quarrel between him and his father became a hot topic among the neighbors.

The scene at that time is still fresh in my memory.

I saw the third aunt shaking her head and sighing continuously. Every wrinkle on her weather-beaten face seemed to have become deeper because of regret.

"I happened to be there that day, and I heard the quarrel between the father and son very clearly. Liu Guangqi was so angry that his face turned red and his neck became thick, like an angry rooster, his eyes were round and round, and he kept yelling something. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore, so he threw his sleeves, turned around and ran back to his room angrily."

"In my opinion, this child has been holding back a lot of anger and has always wanted to leave this home. This quarrel might be the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely igniting the anger in his heart!"

Jia Zhang said with a smile.

However, just as everyone was discussing, a discordant voice suddenly emerged.

It turned out to be Xu Damao. He curled his lips with a look of disdain on his face, and his sharp voice was particularly harsh in the crowd: "Hey, Jia Zhang, you old lady, please stop pretending to be a good person here! Who doesn't know the little calculations in your mind?"

"Isn't your family extremely poor recently? So you are eagerly hoping that Yi Zhonghai can be kind and lend you a hand. That's why you are trying your best to speak well of him here, right?"

When Jia Zhang heard this, she became furious like a lit powder keg.

Her originally fair face turned red, like a ripe tomato about to burst, so red that it seemed to be dripping with blood.

And on her thin neck, the blue veins were bulging, as if they would break through the skin at any time.

At this time, Jia Zhang was already extremely furious. She clasped her hands tightly on her waist, then took a big step forward, and her aura became more and more ferocious and fierce.

Then, she cursed fiercely like a volcano erupting: "Xu Damao, you damned thing! How dare you slander me here? I tell you, no matter how poor and destitute I am, I will never speak against my conscience!"

"Stop being so self-righteous and arrogant here. You're just a movie projector. What's so great about that? And you're always showing off in front of us. Do you really think you're a big shot?"

Facing Jia Zhang's violent scolding, Xu Damao naturally showed no weakness.

He stiffened his neck, stared with wide eyes, and fiercely retorted, his face full of provocation.

"Humph, just keep talking tough! Everyone knows that you love to take advantage of others. Last time, you quarreled with an old lady over just a few pieces of coal. Now, you come to lobby for Yi Zhonghai. Who knows if you have received any shameful benefits from him? In my opinion, you are a complete money-grubber!"

Hearing Xu Damao's words, Jia Zhang was so angry that she was shaking all over. For a moment, she was speechless and could only stammer, "You...you...you are talking nonsense!"

However, despite being extremely angry, he couldn't find the right words to refute the other party for a moment.

So, the two of them confronted each other head-on, and the atmosphere around them was extremely tense.

Jia Zhang was so angry that she couldn't speak. She pointed her shaking fingers at Xu Damao, her chest heaving violently, and she gasped for breath. "You idiot, I'm not going to let you go today!"

As she spoke, she rolled up her sleeves and prepared to rush forward and start the fight.

Upon seeing this, the people around rushed forward and tried to grab the two men.

"Stop arguing. This matter has not been concluded yet. What's the point of arguing? Is it appropriate?"

"That's right, the most important thing is to find Liu Guangqi first, don't mess around here!"

Everyone was trying to persuade them, and the scene became a mess.

Just as the two were arguing fiercely, Liu Haizhong seemed to be enlightened by Jia Zhang's words.

His eyes suddenly became dull, and his mind quickly flashed with his son Liu Guangqi's previous performances like a movie.

Those lonely expressions after quarreling with himself. After each quarrel, Liu Guangqi always returned to his room silently, sat on the edge of the bed, lowered his head, and said nothing. Liu Hai could feel the deep loss and helplessness from his back.

Could it be that my son really gave up everything and left for love?

His brows were tightly knitted together in his bangs, and he felt mixed emotions inside, as if a bottle of five flavors had been overturned, with all kinds of flavors intertwined together.

On the one hand, he didn't want to believe in his heart that his son would be so cruel as to leave quietly and without a word, leaving him and his wife alone and helpless.

On the other hand, these clues forced him to face up to this possibility. After all, Liu Guangqi's recent behavior was indeed a bit abnormal.

Just when the situation was at a stalemate and the atmosphere was extremely tense, the third uncle walked over slowly with steady steps.

The third uncle was highly respected in the courtyard and everyone respected him very much. When they saw him coming, they all consciously quieted down. The scene became much quieter in an instant, with only the slight breathing sounds of people.

The third uncle looked solemn. He looked at Liu Haizhong, then at Yi Zhonghai, with a hint of seriousness in his eyes.

He said slowly, "Stop arguing! No one should jump to conclusions before things are clear. Lao Liu, don't worry. Being anxious won't solve the problem, it will only make things worse. Lao Yi, if you really didn't do it, explain it clearly to Liu Haizhong and show some sincerity so that people don't misunderstand you."

The third uncle's voice was not loud, but it was full of majesty, making people obey him involuntarily.

Liu Haizhong took a deep breath, trying to calm his violently heaving chest, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Uncle, I didn't mean to make a scene, I just had no other choice. There's still no news about my son, and my heart feels like there's a fire burning in it, it's burning, and I can't rest for a moment."

The eyes behind the bangs seemed to carry endless pain and deep helplessness.

That expression was like a gloomy dark cloud covering his face, which made people feel pity for him.

As a father, his deep concern for his son was like a surging wave, constantly hitting his fragile heart.

Yi Zhonghai, who was standing by, saw this and hurriedly explained, "Old Yan, you must believe me! I was really wronged this time! The reason why I went to the machinery factory that day was because a good friend in the factory asked me to do a little favor. I swear to God, I have never seen Guangqi, let alone participated in his going to Heilongjiang Province. I can swear to God that if I tell a lie, let me be struck by lightning!"

Having said that, Yi Zhonghai's originally calm face instantly became extremely sincere. He stared at the third uncle closely, his eyes full of expectation, as if he was eager to gain a little trust from the other party.

After hearing this, the third uncle nodded slightly, indicating that he already understood the situation.

Then, he said solemnly: "Well, in this case, we must not let this matter pass by in a muddle. We must do everything we can to get to the bottom of it. In my opinion, we should all act together and ask around to see if it is possible to find out where Liu Guangqi is now."

"And Liu Haizhong, you must not be too impatient. As the saying goes, 'haste makes waste'. What if you injure yourself because of excessive anxiety? Who will continue to look for your son then? So, you must stabilize your position first. It is most important to conserve your energy."

After saying these words, the third uncle gently patted Liu Haizhong's shoulder to comfort him.

Liu Haizhong's eyes were as big as copper bells, and his eyeballs seemed to be about to pop out of his sockets. He stared fiercely at Yi Zhonghai's face, which refused to admit his guilt.

At this moment, the anger in his heart surged like a flood that broke through a dam, one wave higher than the other, burning more and more vigorously, as if it would erupt in the next second.

If he hadn't still had a bit of rationality left, he really wanted to rush forward and beat Yi Zhonghai up with punches and kicks to teach this unrepentant guy a lesson.

However, despite his rage, Liu Hai knew very well in his heart that he had no solid evidence to prove that Yi Zhonghai was involved in the matter.

It would be harder than climbing to the sky to make Yi Zhonghai admit his mistakes based only on those groundless speculations and hearsay.

So he clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, in an effort to forcibly suppress the rage burning in his heart.

Then, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. After repeating this several times, he finally managed to calm down his excited emotions a little.

Finally, Liu Haizhong gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word from between his teeth. He spoke every word with extreme force, as if he wanted to break his teeth.

"Okay, Yi Zhonghai, today I will trust you for once because we live in the same courtyard and you are the third uncle. But remember this, if I find out that you have even the slightest involvement in this matter in the future, hum! I will never forgive you! At that time, I will settle all the old and new accounts together, and you will suffer! I will make you pay a heavy price for everything you have done!"

After saying this, Liu Haizhong's eyes were still fixed on Yi Zhonghai, as if he wanted to poke a few holes in him with his eyes.

Then he added, "I, Liu Haizhong, have always kept my word. I am not just saying this to scare you! You'd better pray that you really have nothing to do with this matter, otherwise... you will bear the consequences at your own risk!"

After saying that, Liu Haizhong glared at Yi Zhonghai fiercely, with a look that seemed to be able to spit fire, then turned around and strode towards the direction of the machinery factory.

His broad back was as firm and unwavering as a mountain. Every step he took seemed exceptionally heavy and powerful, as if he was carrying a heavy burden, yet full of an indomitable momentum.

His feet stomped heavily on the ground, making a series of dull and low sounds. The sounds seemed to be the release of his inner emotions, carrying endless anger and deep unwillingness.

At this moment, his thoughts were surging in his mind like the tide, and he kept thinking about how to communicate with Deputy Director Wang after arriving at the machinery factory.

What kind of rhetoric and methods should be used to obtain more valuable information from Deputy Director Wang?

After all, this information is related to the whereabouts of his missing son!

Liu Haizhong thought to himself, "I must explain everything to Deputy Director Wang in detail and not leave out even the slightest key detail. I hope that Deputy Director Wang can help me find some clues because of our past friendship..."

In this way, various thoughts intertwined in his mind.

Yi Zhonghai stood quietly there, his eyes fixed on the figure walking away from Liu Haizhong.

His usually amiable face now looked frighteningly gloomy, just like the sky before a storm, covered with dark clouds and making people feel frightened.

I saw that his hands were involuntarily clenched into fists. Due to excessive force, the knuckles had turned pale and even the blue veins on the back of his hands were clearly visible.

At the same time, an extremely strong feeling of uneasiness arose from the bottom of his heart and quickly spread.

This uneasiness was like surging waves, one higher than the other, hitting his mental defenses hard and making him feel palpitations.

He knew very well that Liu Haizhong would not give up easily. Given Liu Haizhong's character, he would definitely continue to get to the bottom of the matter.

He didn't know what he would find next in Liu Haizhong, nor did he know how things would develop in the end. His heart was filled with worry and fear.

But now that things have come to this, he can only bite the bullet and take one step at a time, silently praying in his heart that no more secrets will be revealed, but he also feels that the storm has just begun and a greater crisis is waiting for him.

He stood there for a long time, like a sculpture, motionless. The people around him gradually dispersed, and he was the only one left.

After a long while, he slowly turned around and walked home with heavy steps. Every step seemed to be dragging a thousand-pound burden, as if he was carrying the weight of the entire world on his shoulders.

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